I have a bloodlust that can not be sated 
Forever hunting my prey 
I'm not a tactical savant, nor a vessel of ferocity 
but an unavoidable constant 
sprint in terror as i approach 
your youthful blood may time encroach 

Does my silhouette inspire dread? 
Does my existence [bad word] your darkest dreams? 
I am the man with no face 

Though I am perceived as malevolent 
I have no intent, I am not an essence of brilliance 
nor a violent wind, but an unavoidable constant 
 [bad word] for the young and the disenchanted 
Held captive to the throes of their minds 
I can give everlasting solace 
My touch petrifies 

You were mine, and you meant nothing 
You were mine, and you meant nothing 

Entrapment is certain 
My presence pierces the body and haunts the heart 
There is no appreciation for the sustenance you provide 
There is no destiny, only certainty 

To reap in pure delight 
I stalk the meek for advantage 

I am the man with no face 
I hunger 
my presence pierces the body and haunts the heart 
There's no appreciation 

I'm not a tactical savant nor a vessel of ferocity 
But an unavoidable constant